A Forest of Stars piosenki

Part IV An Automaton Adrift Birthed across nowhere to ride the moon through phases. Fazed in phases rolling nervous / lunar tick patchwork cut and paste parchments to feed faith's guttering furnace. A cracked clock face nervously ticking away the night....

Part V: Lowly Worm Children of the moon, sky high against the day. A script half-written won't remind. Rainbows jostled, skylines torn. Witches burn beneath us. So polish up your best shoes / walk in line beside sorrow - supplication lost behind. Hit...

Part VI: Let There Be No Light Smashed across the windscreen of the sky / that's all we've ever been Lost amongst the fading stars / that's all we've ever been Stood aghast as all the light blinks out / that's all we've ever been Just dragging hidden ch...

So we forge onward through lonely valleys of pious pretense. No healthy prophets encountered outside these steely inquisitor's eyes. No men of any monotone god we could stand proud beside. They and their gilt-riddled baubles cast onto the blazing temple pyres,...

Proboscis Master Versus the Powdered Seraphs Face down in the dust of their blasted utopia razors scrape obtuse angels into manageable lines eyes brimming with chemical repulse nostrils crusted with manifold millennia of dried up mortification ...of s...

I won't just steal your thunder, I'll have your lightning as well. As crushing blow of hammer, annihilating those grating steeple bells. As hairline cracks to fragments! Standing up on high, spraying golden rain down on to the waiting faces of you pious, worth...

Dusk, she is the calming influence, making ends meet in a place of concentric corners. She cleanses these gutters with her utmost purity. Onrushing dark leaves your false light lonely. Her frozen kiss devoid of apology. Setting cleansing fires to guide the res...

As water rushes, as sewer grates over-faced. All bloated corpse, all ever-was. As love becomes hated, as light shades to grey. Swelled to envelop all ever-nothing. All stagnation becomes all too apparent. As horizon forced below. While smiling frown, while lau...

He's a seaside side-show freak armed with the tools of the trade, standing in shadow by cemetery gates. The revenant tenants of this tenement yard, raise two fingers to the fates. No solace to be found in their foetid tombs, he at leisure to violate those cata...

There is a fear here. Azrael has a finger on my pulse. His infinity is not so far removed, from the Metatrons' babbling insanities. Music of the Spheres bouncing, as infinite echoes bickering in this rubber tomb. Whom God helps? None but itself. So if God is d...

Our sky, she's full of lights, glinting through all that dark, uncaring. The Rats on the Moon are shielding their eyes, against the creeping, the crawling... All that so-called useless DNA. Sharp colours teased to a gleam... Doesn't matter Refracted inaction.....

Virtus Sola Invicta Some of my favourite messiahs are dead. You may perhaps be nervous that the endings are wearing thin. So much grist for so many mills. So little point in taking offence. I've rolled with all the punches, and not even come up drunk....